there was a twig
which fell one day
and flew away
with the strong wind,
the westerlies,
and listen please,
to where it went.
It went far out
of country woods
and into fiery
neighbourhoods,
where it got stuck
in my fingers
and I thought of
the insects on
the twig that were
separated from
their families,
which now may be
mourning the loss
of their little-ies
and I felt bad
there was no way
I could google them.
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